--------I'm rewriting my Rhaw story from before because I ddin't like how it was turning out, so hopefully this time it goes better. It's going to get sensual but not smutty but that's for a different chapter down the road. I'm also writing after season 3 finale, so bewarned that there is no TM.Enjoy!---------
Shaw's POV
It seemed like it was over in a flash. Decima Technologies won, Samaritan was up and running efficiently. I didn't even get a real chance to say goodbye(not that I'm good at it or anything) I just wanted to see the team one last time. Thank Harold for saving me, thank Reese for being a good partner and let Bear lick my face one last time.
I did say a silent goodbye to Root, God I hope she doesn't get herself killed doing something stupid. But now I had no time. I had to become my new identity fast.
My new identity is Michelle Hale, I'm a bartender at Gerald's pub, on the corner of Xerxes and South Street, I'm a graduate of a local bartending program, and single. I still live in the loft Harold bought me, when I first joined the team.
------First day at Gerald's-------
I was scrubbing down the table when a tall guy, about six foot give or take a few inches, with a clean shaven face, and a suit that seemed so famaliar sat down and ordered a shot of whiskey.
I obliged and took a good look at the guy. He looked a lot like Reese, my former partner. Maybe it was because that was John Reese sitting at my bar, drinking the whiskey and staring at me.
"Shaw?" He asked in a low voice, looking around to make sure we weren't about to be assasinated by Decima vigalantes.
"Yes, now it's Michelle though. What's your new name?"
"Drew Washington. I'm a paralegal."
"Nice" I said, a little too quickly. I've always thought John was handsome, but I'd never dream about doing anything seeing as he was my partner and all. not to mention there was Joss(while she was still alive) and Zoe to compete with.
"So you're now a bartender?"
"Yup" I said, switching from washing the table to a glass. A girl sat down and looked at John giggling.
"One sex on the beach please." I made it for her while she made googly eyes at John. For some reason, i wanted to smack her. John didn't even throw her a glance, his eyes on me the entire time. John kept drinking shots of wiskey.
"So Michelle" he said teasingly. "Meet anyone interesting lately?"
"No now I'm trying to get my life back on track." It went without saying from the team breaking up because of Decima.
"That's good." Someone ordered a beer.
"Well" Drew(Reese) said. "I'm going to catch a cab home." He smiled at me. "Here's my number. Call me sometime Michelle." Another flirty smile. I took the card and put it in my pocket. Drew had already left. The girl who was ordering sex on the beach shot a nasty glare at me before leaving. I narrowed my eyes at her. Not my fault she's a bitch who didn't catch Reese's eye.
The rest of my shift went by pretty quickly. When it was closing time, the clock read two am. I cleaned up pretty quickly and closed down Gerald's pub. I caught a cab home and went straight to bed after pinning Drew's card on the fridge. My dreams were filled with Drew Washington, aka John Reese.
